The two will arrive

Simon turned to Muriel. A smile spread across his face. The landlady returned it, her dark eyes fluttering as she gazed at him.

“Head to your bedroom and wait there for the moment,” Simon instructed Muriel.

The landlady smiled wider and rose from the sofa. She walked away with deliberate steps, her hips swaying side to side, the navy trousers hugging her curves in a clear invitation.

Turning to Sigríður, Simon spoke, deciding to test his ability further. “When they arrive you will greet them,” he instructed. “Both Martha and Sofia will be eager to speak with me. They will not react to me negatively when you bring them to me.”

“You’re right,” Sigríður replied to Simon, nodding as she moved to the front door.

Sigríður opened the front door smoothly.

Sofia Cunningham stepped inside first, her frame towering at six-three, skin glowing under the foyer light, dark red hair pulled into a tight bun that accentuated her square, masculine jaw—thickened and hardened from years of heavy steroid and testosterone use. Broad shoulders filled the doorway, traps rising like mountains on either side of her neck, while her arms hung awkwardly out from her sides, unable to rest flat against her torso due to the sheer bulk of her lats and biceps.

Every muscle etched sharp and prominent beneath a tight black sports bra and shorts, veins snaking across deltoids the size of cannonballs and a ripped eight-pack that flexed with each breath. Her quads ballooned so massively that her legs stood apart in a permanent wide stance, thighs too bulky to touch even when she tried, calves diamond-cut and veined like ropes.

Martha Burke followed close behind, her frame towering at six-four, olive skin shining under the foyer light, dark hair pulled into a tight bun that highlighted her strong, masculine jawline—widened and defined from years of steroid and testosterone cycles. Bulging shoulders strained the seams of her black sports bra, traps and delts rising prominently, while her arms hung out at angles, unable to drop fully due to the bulk of her lats and triceps.

Her muscles too were etched and veined beneath the tight fabric, though not quite matching Sofia's **** mass, her biceps were large, a chiselled six-pack rippling with each step, quads swelling so massively that her legs maintained a slight gap even at rest, calves carved into pronounced diamonds below the shorts.

“Sigríður,” Sofia said, voice low and clipped, pale green eyes scanning the room. “What’s this about? You sounded urgent on the phone.”

Martha crossed her arms, dark brown eyes narrowing slightly. “Yeah. Dropped a deadlift set for this. Better be worth it.”

Sigríður gestured them inside, closing the door behind them. “Good to see you both. How was the gym session?”

“Solid,” Sofia replied, flexing one arm absently. “Hit a new PR on squats. You?”

“Productive,” Sigríður answered. “Come with me. My employer wants to meet you.”

She led them through the foyer and into the living room, where Simon waited on the sofa. Sofia and Martha followed without protest, their expressions shifting from curiosity to focused interest as they entered.

Simon absorbed the sight of the two women as they followed Sigríður into the living room. Sofia advanced first, her domineering bulk filling the room with each step, a clear result of relentless steroid and testosterone overuse that had sculpted her form beyond natural limits.

Martha came next, her towering presence nearly as commanding though scaled back slightly, her features and physique echoing the same chemical enhancements that marked her as part of the group.

As they stopped Simon’s impression of these two women solidified immediately. They had pushed steroids and testosterone even harder than Sigríður previously had, their physiques bloated to the point where daily life seemed secondary to endless muscle accumulation.

Simon was aware that repeating the command he had given Sigríður to strip away the artificial enhancements would slim both women down dramatically, restoring natural lines and curves. He pondered whether that was specifically what he wanted. To strip them of most of their muscle mass.